hot town, summer in the city

I’ve lived in the dirty south my entire life. And yet every year I seem to forget just how hot it gets.

It seems like it gets worse every year.

But it probably doesn’t.

It might not be the heat as much as the combo of heat + massive humidity.

The past few days I’ve been super lethargic; apathetic; restless.

I crave cold things all the time.

mainly this

and this

I have continuing reoccurring dreams of this….

And yet despite my whining and complaining I’m reminded of a quote by Henry James..

“Summer afternoon, summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.”